Page 76 of Inferno
“Come on, baby,” he cajoled silkily, his powerful thighs rubbing hers as he turned her slowly in a circle. “Just think about it. We can check into a room, take a hot shower together and make love until sunrise.”
“Mmmm.”Prissy arched her head back and closed her eyes as he ran his warm lips along her throat, nuzzling the sweet spot he’d made his own years ago. “Thatdoessound tempting—”
“See?”
“—but I don’t think I’m ready to leave the kids alone overnight. And judging by how eager you were to check up on them earlier, I don’t thinkyou’reready, either.”
Stan groaned softly,thensighed. “No,” he conceded. “I’m not.”
Prissy grinned at him. When it came to their family, Stan was as overprotective as she was. And she loved that about him.
“Look on the bright side,” she purred, nibbling his lower lip. “Thanks to you being such a kickass firefighter, we have a wonderful, relaxing week at a ski lodge to look forward to.”
“Mmm,” Stan rumbled with pleasure. “That’s true.”
As the winner of the Firefighter of the Year award, he would have his name added to the permanent plaque on display at the main fire hall and would receive a check for $1,000, a paid week off and a complimentary stay at an upscale ski resort nestled in the Rocky Mountains. He and Prissy had already decided to take the kids, along with her older brother and his family, her mother and Mama Wolf, who would be visiting for Thanksgiving.
“Maybe we should just go by ourselves,” Stan murmured, gently rubbing his nose against Prissy’s. “It’d be more romantic if we were alone.”
“True,” she smilingly agreed, “but we’ve been promising to take the kids skiing ever since we moved here, so they’d be awfully disappointed if we went without them. And the cabin sleeps fifteen, so we’d feel guilty if it were just the two of us there.”
“Speak for yourself.”
Prissy chuckled, kissing the strong bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure we get some privacy during that weekend, even if we have to lock everyone out of the cabin for a few hours so we can feast on each other.”
A wicked gleam filled Stan’s eyes. “Is that a promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“In that case,” he drawled, “let the countdown to the feast begin.”
